Extraordinary – Ordinary – Soap!

Lucia, think of friends

"Take care of yourself, you'll be fine. Be happy."

Olga gave me a hug when she said so.

"Yes. Thank you so much for everything. Olga, please be well."

In thanking everyone in the village, including Mr Olga, we left the village of Liuñone early.

No matter how many goodbyes you spare, I'm glad you can go home now more than anything else.

The thing about wanting to go home but not being able to go home, wanting to see you but not seeing you, was more painful than I thought.

Maria spent all this time in this world with all these strangers, didn't she?

I thought of your dear friend in the capital. Maria says she hasn't returned to her world yet because of me. I tear up Maria's feelings that she insisted that she be here until she confirmed my safety with her own eyes.

"Do you miss me?"

On horseback, Mr. Ceres, who had me wrapped around in cold clothes, asks tenderly. I shook my head loosely at the inquiry and returned the denial, saying Maria's name.

"Maria also thought she couldn't help but want to go home where she was. I was so sorry to hear that you were still in this world for me, even though I wanted to go home and couldn't help it. So I want to see you soon. I want you to feel safe."

I think I'm just making Maria nervous. I told you I'd protect you, but I haven't.

"Would you like to come to the grave later? Maria, I'm sure you're worried. Let's go home to Artad, Mr. Ceres."

"Oh well. Shall we go home then? If I drop off the Virgin, I'll go say hello to your parents."

"Yes. I'm sorry I said Wagamama"

"That doesn't make me a wagamama. I'm saying it better, Wagamama."

"Right. Lady doesn't need to get sick. Come on, what if I fly!?"

Mr. Gaius, lined up with a pair of tweezers, laughs at my statement. Feeling the same air as during my journey, I secretly appreciated my return to this place.

From the village of Liuñone to Artad, they said it would take nearly ten days to cross the mountain. Even when I was brought here by Mr. Guid, I didn't actually remember him well, but it seemed to me that it would have taken as long.

But this time, they won't cross the mountain, they'll detour and go back to Artad. Is it dangerous to cross the mountains in this season when the snow is still deep? It does seem like there is snow outside the village and only snow is removed around the streets.

"Do you mind if I take the route when I come?

"Right, then, do you want to pick up the inn around Barbi or Campos?

The two of you, who are used to traveling, will make hands-on plans for the future. Even if I can help you prepare for the camp, I can't help you with these things, even if I'm neglectful of geography.

Speaking of which, I only heard that the village of Liuñone is a village on the northern tip and that Killiest is a nearby mountainous village, but where is it on the map?

That bothered me and I asked, and they showed me the map the next time I took a break. When we headed from Artad to Killiest, we went via cities like Tejo and Amaris, but when we returned without crossing the mountains, they couldn't get through those streets, and they bypassed the sea to return.

"I've never seen the sea before."

"Well, normally you'd be far from alive"

When I heard about the sea and I was rounding my eyes, Mr. Gaius laughed strangely. Indeed, if your mother hadn't died, I would never have left Hathaway for the rest of my life, and if I hadn't accompanied her on her purification journey, I would have probably spent the rest of my life in Artad or Hathaway. They are both inland, so far from the sea.

"We're not gonna make it without a mission either. That would be your first time, too, miss."

"The coast is cold again in a different way, Lucia, so don't catch a cold."

Snowy here, it's cold to wear cold clothes and snuggle closely with Mr. Ceres, but what's it like to be cold different from that?

At this time, I thought it was so relaxing, but a few days later, I found out what Mr. Ceres meant when he said he was going near the sea. What is it, like this, it hurts like the wind cuts itself off, doesn't it? It's more aggressive cold, not shivering and staining cold. I felt like I was getting my cheeks cut off, and I nodded my face to my cape.